09.04.2012

In the House of the Hangman 907

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Some ants were passing over the owl’s claw. Last night I read Writing screech / rattle / rumble / hum / whir / buzz / throb. “Spears of laughter hiss for a time then clank across.” The products kissed us. Not a dozen mourn on the road to Carna – CITY – CTIY – ICTY – YCTI – So called because only in decomposition is her thought commensurable to a law of form, molten why-blood honey to eat out the oracle of the long wand’s spherical rope. The fish sauce we’re talking about here, though, might more properly be called nam pla or nuoc mam, though I believe these are just the Thai and Vietnamese terms for ‘fish sauce.’ Can I say ‘bububu’ and mean ‘If it doesn’t rain I shall go for a walk’? As suggested by her name, Chhinnamasta is the goddess who severs her head > ‘mastaka’, with her own hands to feed her devotees from an endless neck-fountain of blood. Pineapple – in chunks and syrupy on a Wednesday / a collection of toys stuffed in a skin – THe HaPPieST SauSage. Wrestling moves – are NOT FaKe / running away from dead fox – iT FuCKiNg TWiTCHed. As the Animal Architecture editors suggest squirrels, pigeons, mice, crows and others (not to mention our own biomic entourage) are “highly urbanized non-human animals and our potential design partners”. Abotal styna? Apparently not. Nkque tedsers? Got it. *{I am trying to perform a total generative misreading of all literature}*

garbage plate pannini (title)
Spiritual Lottery
Cerebal Palsy
Mega_deth
dragon con
Prunella Pencil Eir
Nagnilum
all thoughts are capable as existing as their own entity
Lyle, Lyle, Croodile
Never slow down, never sleep
to tickle one's own energy is to wave it blind

What holiday you say. That makes no difference either. You can celebrate anything if you put your mind to it. Me, I’m celebrating the beautiful angst of the car wash. “But what is he saying? Who cares?! It is said! ‘Outside by a Halloween fire, / wise on a charred log, / an old man dictating to the heir of the Goon’.” The three black fans at the back of some London buses, which you can see from the top deck of another bus, have a sinister look; they seem to be looking back at you. What is the larger machine? The wind that ventilates the city, is it enough? The huge invisible fans. The ducts. Dogs, pick up your owner’s shit.

Comments

don't worry about upload scdluhee. after all, your health is what is most important. if you died before the comic was finished, their would be many spin offs. you would be greived as much as great lets players like chuggaconroy or nintendocaprisun. and the spin offs would never do the original justice. don't push yourself. focus on getting better, not on hurrying to get the next page in. after all, if we can handle the upload scdluhee of boxer hockey, then we can handle this. not every web comic can upload twice a week, like cucumber's quest.if you do the best you can, then you are doing the best possible. fear not what others think of you, and let your wings soar. (i have no idea if that is from something or not, but i just thought of it on the spur of the moment)